Chapter 194: Chapter 194 – Revenge’s Next Target

My half-conscious mind was flooded with extraordinary sensations. My stepmother’s plump, heavy breasts rose and fell with an incredible rhythm, enveloping my shaft in warm softness.

Her smooth skin, the warmth of her flesh, the perfect pressure—it all felt heavenly. But my overly large member kept bulging out from the cleft between her breasts, which, though ample, couldn’t completely contain it.

Delilah saw this. Without losing rhythm, she lowered her head, and her mouth descended to close over the tip of my protruding shaft.

The warmer, wetter temperature, combined with her expert sucking and tongue play, instantly doubled the pleasure. Her breasts continued to move at the base while her mouth tended to the upper part. That incredible double sensation quickly drove my body to its peak.

“Aaah… Mom…” I groaned, my hands gripping the silk sheets.

Delilah just let out a small, satisfied hum while deepening her suction. Her golden eyes watched me, shining with pride and lust. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, and she loved every second of it.

It didn’t take long. The wave came fiercely, unstoppable. I stiffened, my back arched, and I released into her warm mouth once more. Delilah didn’t pull away. She stayed there, swallowing eagerly, even licking me clean afterwards with an expression of pleasure as if savoring the sweetest nectar in the world.

“So delicious, sweetheart,” she whispered, her voice hoarse, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. Her eyes sparkled with a desire to continue. “Mom wants more. Let me make you feel better—”

I raised a hand, gently holding her shoulder as she was about to bow her head again. “That’s enough, Mom.”

Delilah’s expression dimmed slightly. Her red lips pursed, her gaze a little disappointed, like a child whose toy was taken away. “But… Mom had just started…”

“I need to ask a few things first,” I said, my voice firmer now even though my body still felt hot and tense. “What’s actually happening? And where am I?”

Delilah took a breath, composing herself. Though disappointed, her obedience to me overrode her own desires. She sat up straighter beside the bed, smoothing her open robe, though making no attempt to cover her exposed, glistening breasts.

“You’re in a special room for tournament contestants, sweetheart,” she explained, her voice returning to a soft, motherly tone. “The first match is over. All surviving contestants have been extracted from the simulator. There’s now a two-hour break before the second match begins. Used for rest and… other entertainment events for the audience.”

“So when does the second match start?” I asked, starting to calculate the time.

“In half an hour,” she answered, glancing at the elegant wall clock in the room. “So you still have time to rest further. Your body needs recovery.”

Half an hour. I let out a sigh.

So I’d been asleep for roughly three hours. But strangely, I didn’t remember the transition moment at all. One second I was asleep on the simulator sofa, the next I woke up with my mother servicing my cock.

However, my body itself provided the answer. The exhaustion that had felt like a steel weight was now greatly reduced. My muscles were still sore, but no longer giving out. My breathing was easy, my mind clear.

An Awakener, especially a high-ranking one like me, had a recovery ability far beyond that of an ordinary human. Three hours of sleep, plus… the special care from a devoted mother had been enough to restore me.

Then, remembering something, I asked, “Which academy won the first round?” Even though I could already guess.

Delilah gave a small smile, the proud smile of a mother and a Guardian Council member. “Nine Stars Academy, of course, sweetheart. By a very large margin. Yukie Iceblood alone gathered over eleven thousand points. You were ranked eighth among individual contestants. That’s a very good achievement, considering you… fell asleep at the end.”

I nodded. Then my gaze fell on the phone placed on the bedside table. I reached for it. The screen lit up, showing several notifications. One was a message from Sonya.

My finger opened the message. It was long, full of emotion:

Sonya: ADAM!!! What did you do to Maximus? I watched everything. You… you destroyed him. Not just defeated him. You crushed his pride in front of everyone. That was cruel. That was unnecessary. He was already beaten, but you kept hitting him, humiliating him. He’s my brother, Adam. Whatever happened between you two before… this is too much. I don’t know you like this.

I glanced at the message. My thumb moved quickly to reply: “He challenged me first. Also, he started the insults.”

I sent it, then put the phone back down. The issue with Sonya and Maximus could be postponed.

Delilah watched from the side, her sharp eyes not missing the change in my expression.

“Who?” she asked.

“Sonya,” I answered briefly.

We were silent for a moment. Then Delilah took a breath, as if deciding to address something more serious. “Adam… about Charlotte.”

I turned to her. “What about her?”

“She… said something to me before the tournament started,” Delilah said. “Tried to convince me to… turn against you. To free myself from your influence, she said. She claimed we all, me, Gwen, Angeline, were just brainwashed sex slaves to you.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Oh?”

This was quite interesting.

Delilah nodded, her face showing a hint of annoyance. “She kept insisting, saying what you’re doing is wrong, that we should resist. She even… cried and begged.”

“And?” I asked, my tone flat.

“And I told her she was wrong,” Delilah answered firmly. Her golden eyes shone with unshakable conviction. “That we love you. And that she… she actually wants the same thing, she’s just too afraid to admit it.”

I was silent for a moment, processing this information. Charlotte. The Sacred Healer. The holy woman I had defiled, turned into my pleasure toy in the car, whom I had brutally raped just last night. And she still dared to try turning Delilah against me? Truly fascinating.

“I sent her away,” Delilah continued. “But… she kept talking. About morals. About what’s right. And…”

“And?” I prompted.

“And for a moment… I did wonder,” she admitted, her voice almost a whisper. “But only for a moment, Sweetheart. After that, I remembered how much you love me. How you make me feel like a complete woman.”

I raised her hand, kissing the back of it. “You are a complete woman, Del. The strongest and most beautiful woman.”

She blushed, but her serious expression hadn’t completely faded. “Charlotte… she’s stubborn. It seems she truly believes she’s trying to save me.”

“Charlotte,” I murmured softly. “I think… my punishments for Charlotte so far haven’t been severe enough.”

Delilah blinked. “What do you mean?”

“She still had the courage to approach you, to try influencing you,” I explained, my voice growing colder. “That means her love for me isn’t deep enough. Her respect isn’t great enough. She still thinks there’s hope to resist.”

Delilah’s hand gripped my arm a little tighter. “What will you do?”

I gave a thin smile. “I’ll punish her later, Mom. So severely that she admits she loves it and begs me for more.”

Delilah fell silent, but from the way she lowered her head, I knew she agreed. Her obedience to me was already undeniable.

To ease the tension, I reached out and began stroking her smooth, golden hair. My touch was gentle, like petting a child.

Delilah stiffened slightly for a moment—unaccustomed to being treated like this. She was the Star Witch, the world’s strongest woman, a respected and feared Guardian Council member.

But then, her body relaxed. She let out a small sigh, leaning her head into my palm, her eyes closing. The expression on her face became… that of a woman longing for simple affection. She liked it. And that made me smile.

Then, something came to my mind. The new item I’d acquired—[Obedience Serum]. And the long-harbored plan for revenge.

“Mom,” I said, my voice calm again.

“Hmm?” she opened her eyes, still enjoying my caress.

“Can you introduce me to the women of the Mercedes family?”

Delilah froze instantly. My stroking stopped. She opened her eyes fully, and in those golden orbs, a flash of understanding appeared.

“The Mercedes family?” she repeated.

“Yes,” I replied.

Delilah took a deep breath. She looked at me, and this time, her gaze was full of serious questions. “Adam… have you already started wanting your revenge on Isabel? Through her family?”

My next target for revenge after Alex was Isabel Mercedes. That bitch who used to love humiliating me in public, who always looked down on me with eyes full of contempt, who was part of the system that made my early academy life so miserable.

“That’s right,” I admitted. “I want revenge on her.”

Delilah nodded slowly, as if she’d expected it. But she didn’t interrupt. She let me explain.

“I want to meet her mother, Amely Mercedes. And also her older sister, Isolde,” I continued, looking straight into her golden eyes with a meaningful smile. “They can help me… discipline Isabel. Make her understand her true position—nothing but a little, arrogant bitch. That she’s nothing compared to what I can do to her family.”

Delilah took a deep breath.

“I understand,” she whispered. Then, in a firmer voice, she said, “I’ll help you. It’s easy enough, I just need to summon them and they’ll certainly come to see me immediately.”

“Thank you, Mom,” I said, and this time the gratitude was genuine. Indeed, she had completely transformed into something… very useful.

But then, Delilah’s expression changed. A slight frown appeared on her brow, her lips pursed.

“Adam,” she said, her voice suddenly sounding concerned, almost fragile. “Will… will you make all three of them your women too? Like you did with Gwen, Angel… and me?”

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